How the Music was Made

How the Music was Made

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

Fingertips

 touching the off-white keys

Make such a pretty picture

 of a holocaust that is

now hidden in the pianos

 every fake lover of classical

 music own

the keys once walked to

the beat of a different drum

But that was before they put on

Top Hats and Tuxedos

 

They lived for the 20's in the 40's

 

When the 40's came they hit hard

 and as invisible as a dolphin speeds

on the ocean floor

Fingertips touching the off white

keys

make such a solemn picture of a holocaust

that still exists

But no one will hear of it

 until the fingertips dance

alone in the piano

 (as they once did)

© 2010 TTBoy28


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very well done :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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TTBoy28
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